Cartoonist's Dream

In the snow of Siberia.

A woman in a white fur coat is chatting with a man in a black dress... Of course, if even that kind of situation can be regarded as a chat, it is estimated that the quarrel between couples all over the world will become very beautiful.

Isabel was lying on the snow, her tough heart resumed beating, the blood supply began to gradually return to normal, and an unnatural flush appeared on her face.

Pulling her hair, the Northern Wolf squatting in front of her didn't care about her physical condition at all.From his point of view, the dog he had chosen would definitely not be stumbled by such a small difficulty, and if it died, it would prove that the little bitch was not qualified.

"Blushing, are you fascinated by my confession? Are you impatient to go to the cloud and rain with me? Oh, oh, what a wandering little bitch!" [

Amidst the endless chatter, the Northern Wolf took off his gloves, took off Isabel's fur and laid it on the ice and snow, and laid her petite and soft body on top of the fur.The wolf king showed his paws, stretched into the hard suit to rub the two warm snow mounds, and moved his other hand towards the snow mounds on his lower body.

"It's such a complicated outfit. Next time you want to wear a leather jacket. Wear a leather jacket for me, the kind that can be taken off with a zipper. Be my forbidden joy! I am the wolf of the Arctic in Russia, the world The strongest man! Do you want my love? Then try to cater to me and be happy only for me! Enjoy the happiness I give you!"

The Wolf of the Far North breathed out his breath like a prayer, and searched up and down the soft garment with his hands, but soon he lost his patience.

"Ahhh, what a disgusting dress, do you know if you wear a leather jacket next time? A tight leather jacket with a zipper!"

Angrily, the Wolf of the Extreme North pulled out his hand from his chest, and turned his hands to grab the crotch of the hard suit, and concentrated his strength to tear off the shackles blocking the snow hill.

Tear--the closed women's trousers turned into open crotch trousers, leaving only a thin layer of snow covering the ice field, outlining the bright and moving cracks in the ice field under the white skirt.

The Arctic Wolf rubbed and stroked it with his parched palms, hoping that the cracks in the ice sheet would melt water as soon as possible, maybe the ice sheet would melt faster if the layer of ice sheet was pushed away?

The water from the cracked spring will quench his post-war hunger.

Just when he was about to push aside the thin snow layer further.

Isabel, who had recovered, suddenly became violent.Concealing his surprise, he swung his jade leg, and his calf suddenly turned into a dazzling whip, sweeping towards the face of the Wolf of the Extreme North without taking time to conceal it.

The Wolf of the Extreme North probably wanted to show his strength, or was he too serious to react in time?As a result, Isabel's boots kicked her face hard, her cheeks were squeezed into a ball almost instantly, her nose bleeds, her teeth splattered, and her shape was horrible.

White Wolf's years of hard training and constant injections of boosters are no joke.This kick was just the beginning, Isabel was so powerful that she whipped her with the other kick like a shooting star.

Of course, the Wolf of the Extreme North is definitely not someone who is easy to deal with, so he recovered and reassessed the opponent's strength.But he didn't distance himself, he just raised his hand to block lightly, and then pinched Yisha's foot under the armpit with his backhand.The female mercenary sat up, grabbed her fists and threw them at her head and face. Those fists were not ordinary embroidered fists.

Isabel's well-trained fists can easily punch through sandbags, and each punch weighs two to three hundred catties, with the power and influence of a meteorite.

The Wolf of the Extreme North didn't know how to pity and cherish jade, and aroused the tyrannical wild nature, and his face was full of ferociousness.The fist of the left hand seemed to go straight to the female mercenary's face, sliding her four or five meters away like a cannon.

The combat effectiveness of the two differed by an entire order of magnitude.

Isabel was seriously injured, but she arched up after a brief loss of consciousness.At this time, the Wolf of the Extreme North was not surprised but happy, showing a satisfied and carefree expression, sticking out his tongue to lick the blood on his hand.

Next, the Wolf of the Far North teased and captured Isabel seven times, and a protracted fight unfolded in the snow.

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The male wolf is not arrogant or impetuous, and shows his strength to the female wolf, hoping that the female wolf will take the initiative and submit obediently.

"Little bitch, oh, no, it should be called a little she-wolf. I admit that I smelled the wrong smell just now, and now I like you more and more. What's the matter, little she-wolf? Are you still willing to come with me?"

The Wolf of the Far North restrained the female mercenary, stretched out its scarlet tongue and licked her neck, and then let go of Isabel who had no resistance.

The white wolf of Germany is in its prime, and in recent years, it has been in high spirits, and it has also suffered the tragic death of its companions, so how could it be caught without a fight.Panting for heat, she helped her knees to rest, and suddenly used her figure as elegant as a snowflake, twisted her body in an instant, found the right angle, and kicked her right foot, and the other foot curled towards his calf like a poisonous snake.

In all fairness, the white wolf is now at the end of its strength, and everything it does is undoubtedly a stubborn resistance.

The Wolf of the Extreme North caught her upright with a grab, put her legs together and lifted her upside down, hanging her calves with one hand.Grabbing her two boots and pulling them hard, her white and smooth ankles were exposed... As soon as she let go, the little she-wolf suddenly fell and regained her freedom.

During the battle, pieces of cold-proof equipment were taken off, and Isabel had to pick up the fur to wrap her delicate body. Her actions seemed to be a sign of surrender to the Wolf of the Extreme North.

At this time, the Wolf of the Extreme North slowly emerged from behind her, his hands hugged and locked her so that she couldn't move, as if the pressure of a thousand catties lingered around her body.The male wolf's two paws moved up and down, burrowing into her belly like a swimming snake.

"Let go of me, you son of a bitch!"

The little she-wolf shook her body violently, and the pineapple packed in fur fell into her hand with the shaking.She smiled sweetly towards the open space ahead, and said resolutely:

"My old lady's death won't make you happy, so go die."

Along with the manifesto, she thumbs out the high-explosive insurance

click.

Then, there was a booming explosion.

"Oh, oh, it's really dangerous. If you can't think about it for a while, don't commit suicide. Are you so resistant to me?"

In the snow filled with gunpowder smoke, the surprised voice of the northern wolf sounded.

The little she-wolf would rather learn from child soldiers and blew herself up than accept the arrangement of fate.

Fortunately, what she did was not unexpected. Every mercenary has one or two big weapons, either for suicide or for killing the enemy.

The wolf of the extreme north drew out the hand covered on the snow mound, grabbed the high explosion along the arm of the little wolf, and snatched it with a twist that approximated a rotation.Everything seemed as simple as coming at hand, and the explosion was left behind as if it mattered.

"It's really a stubborn little she-wolf! But I like it! So... don't be in a hurry to find death. If you can't think about it today, you will be able to think about it one day. You are a rare, beautiful and wild little she-wolf. "

The wolf of the extreme north was as excited as a lone wolf seeing a female wolf, his eyes were shining brightly, and his heart was jumping with joy.Let go of Isabel again, but she is exhausted, crawling weakly on the snow.

The curve of the waist and hips is like a bitch... oh, it's as bumpy as a she-wolf in heat. [

The Wolf of the Extreme North moved his index finger, and the moment he moved forward, Isabel threw a dagger backwards, and the silver flash formed a straight line, straight for the wolf king's throat.

"Oh! It's amazing, it's full of thorns."

The wolf king let out such an infatuated voice that he was completely mesmerized.

His hand turned into a phantom and swept across his throat, moving back to its original position along the trajectory without any hesitation.The silver flash "coincidentally" got into his hand at some point, turning into another kind of streamer and moving freely between his fingers.

Isabel glared at him, holding the last knife in her hand, her brows were slightly frowned as if very unwilling.

Under the hazy wind and snow, the changes in her expression were seen by the wolf of the extreme north, which was different from those female wolves on the snow field who would rather die than submit.

"Hahahahahahaha, good, good expression, I like you, I like you so much. As the king of wolves in the extreme north, I respect the choice of the female wolf. How do you feel? Surprised? Are you lucky? Are you here? Even if you don’t yield now, you will yield to me in the future.”

The wolf king bent down and patted Isabel's back, patted down very rhythmically, as if taming a dog or a wolf, his demeanor seemed to be very enjoyable.

"...I can let you go, but from now on you are my confinement. You can dislike me temporarily, but I don't allow you to like other men! You are not allowed to marry them, or even help others have children. Otherwise I will kill your man and bite your heir to death."

The last slap was very hard, and the weak female mercenary was knocked down in the snowdrift by him.

Rustle, rustle... With the sound of footsteps fading away, the wind and snow brought his declaration of truth.

"Remember, you are my forbidden scorpion, you belong to me...she wolf."

Isabel's back was dripping with cold sweat, and she stood up when she could not hear his voice at all, and retrieved her belongings one by one... dagger, fur, boots, and the box to be protected had long since disappeared.

In the winter of 1988, the White Wolf of Germany narrowly escaped death during a mission.

Because of this incident, Isabel felt that death was so close to her for the first time, and her job, which was easy and stable for her, became dangerous.In a serious life threat, she desperately wanted a child, so

In 1990, she gave birth to her first son, named Waiters... In the same year, the head of the mercenary regiment died unexpectedly; Waiters, who was only two months old, died young;

In 1992, she gave birth to two twins, named Lucy and Witt... In the same year, the twins died; The Times reported a serial murder case in which nine men were brutally murdered.

In 1994, the Wolf of the Far North came to try to impregnate her. Of course, Isa, who had killed three children by him, refused to comply. After a fierce resistance, the Russian wolf was forced back.

In 1995, Isabel officially adopted three children, and they are still safe and sound. The remittances have never stopped, but the children have never met the mother they have never met, and Isabel actually has no feelings for them.

In 1996, the Wolf of the Far North forced her to impregnate her with an unconventional first paragraph. She lived in the basement for two full months...but the conception failed; during this period, Yisha bit off half of her tongue...but she attempted suicide.

The strengthening drugs weakened her body day by day, and the Wolf of the Far North gave up on impregnating her in disappointment, throwing the former German White Wolf back to the mercenary group to which she belonged.

In 1997, Yisha continued to work as a mercenary for a year, but was kindly dismissed by her companions due to poor physical strength. At this time, her endurance was less than one-thousandth of her heyday.

In 1998, Isa did not change her habit of spending money lavishly, so she ran out of her savings, looked for a job again, and learned how to increase income and reduce expenditure... Then, she became haggard.

In 1999, Isabel, who had already run out of food and was heavily burdened?Nobel, find a customer who can be entrusted for life.

In 2003, a female white wolf in Germany accidentally entered her pregnancy... (To be continued.)